Long live rooster fighting in Cajun Country! As for the yearly boucherie in St. Martinville, P.I.T.A. is starting to make waves. ( people for the ethical treatment of animals ) Ah the good ole days. I remember grandpa butchering a hog and firing up a huge black pot of cracklins. With a yard full of grandkids, I would whisper in his ear, and he would pass me the tail cracklin when no one was looking. Best cracklin ever. Then I would have to go hide to eat it. LOL Marc Savoy has a video at his accordion shop showing an old fashion boucherie at his family reunion.
People For The Ethical Treatment of Animals??????
I thought PETA stood for People Eating Tasty Animals!
Oh man, now I'm going to have to cancel my menbership
Like the saying goes, we didnt spend thousands of years working our way up the food chain to not eat meat. I think PETA members were just cheated out of eating good food in their childhood and it has affected their rationality.
I have fond memories of the boucheries (especially the gratons) as well, too bad they, like many things, have faded. But, as my dad said, I always got to do the fun stuff, and dont remember the hard work as much as he does. Even then, I think I have talked (tricked?)him into trying one this fall, even got my grandfathers ancient graton pot seasoned and ready to go. Le temp me dure pour ça!!
I don't feel tricked at all. The way I look at it now, is that the only work I'll have will be directing a half dozen, or so, young unsuspecting guys to do all the work, and I'll be sitting back in my chair and drinking beer and eating (and complain about sloppy service). It should be interesting, and fun. This, I think, may be a pilot for a bigger one later, and then, maybe, a yearly affair. Think we should invite PETA?
We'll need a bigger pot to fit them in.
My daughter, 18 now, is a vegan. Used to take her to festivals, camp out, etc. When shw was about seven, we split a pound of bacon for breakfast, and used the grease to make french toast. She loved it, so I don't know where I went wrong. Oh yeah, that was the same year she saw her first zydeco band and asked me who was playing the chest piano. Oh, the good old days
I've heard accordions referred to as "chest organs." I usually reply, "Whu? My heart? eEh?!"
Steve, you done just fine raising your daughter. I remember when I was 18, (circa 1982) I was Mr. Art-school-graphicdesigner-reggae-newwavepunkrocker and by golly I thought the world was all wrong. So I rebelled. I got my left ear pierced and wore a little gold stud. That'll show the world!
Same goes for vegetarians/vegans. It's a way to rebel and stand out from the NORM. In addition, most vegetarians either adopt the "goth" look, or the "hippie/rasta/granola" look, to further their "rebelation."
Very few of 'em do it for the "health" benefit. Seriously. It may sound like a GREAT colon-cleansing idea! But honestly, most of my vegetarian friends need to drop some pounds. They aren't vegans, mind you. They are cheese-loving, chocolate eating, bread, butter and egg frying "vegetarians." I love vegetarian cuisine, tempeh and tofu tastes great, but I gotta balance that with some real protein fortified critters. And that's just the whole thing, really. Plain and simple, veg-people put animals above themselves and any other humans.
Going down this path makes you spend a lot of time blocking grocery store aisles reading ingredient panels and driving restaurant waitstaff bonkers with detailed questions about "do you use lard? Is there chicken stock in this rice?" And sending back lots of entrees because there was an errant bacon bit on the salad or the scrambled eggs were cooked too close to the sausage.
I'm heading home to cook me up a garden burger piled high with maple-smoked bacon.